The New York Post

My landlord, who lives on the floor below us, is a very old man, and his health is poor. Consequently, his daughter asked us if we could get his newspaper for him, which is left in his driveway every morning. We said not a problem.

So every morning, as I leave for work, I grab the newspaper from the driveway and put it by the front door of his apartment on the second floor, where he can grab it. And that’s what I’ve been doing for the past several months.

Sometimes, as I run the paper up to his door, I’ll take a glance at headline, and I’ve noticed a theme - it’s always about someone getting murdered, raped, stabbed, kidnapped, molested, or beaten. What I realized the New York Post is doing is they’re searching for the most horrific, the most gruesome, the most shocking story they can find in all New York City, and they’re printing it on the front page in bold letters. It’s all about shock-value; it’s all about selling more copies; it’s all about making more money.

Proverbs 16:27

An ungodly man diggeth up evil: and in his lips there is as a burning fire.

And the worst part about it is, my landlord’s daughter said, “He can’t go without reading the paper.”

What a strange, sad addiction, I thought to myself.

1 Peter 2:2

[2] As newborn babes, desire the sincere milk of the word, that ye may grow thereby:

Let this blog post be a reminder to us not to start off our day with spiritual junk food. Starting off your day by reading the New York Post - or any newspaper for that matter - is like starting off your day drinking a two-liter of Coke and an entire box of Oreos. You’re just not going to feel good after that. Starting off your day, however, by reading the King James Bible - now that’s a much healthier alternative.